Moonspear long in tooth and soul

Did he miss them?

"I do," was the kneejerk response, perhaps not any less genuine than the other commentary he had made thus far. He did miss them, all of them, even his mother... but it was a different sort of yearning. He felt the absence of Saor and Nyx more keenly for they had traveled with him when they did not need to... but his mother and the other two? It had been a long time since they had crossed his considerations, even when his thoughts were numerous and recollective. He thought best how to sum that up, knowing his words were hanging in the air.

"Some perhaps more than others, I suppose. I came here with two of my sisters, but we've since gone our separate ways." He didn't know if he would ever see Saor again, but the wanderlust and call of the road had spirited her away. Nyx had been another story altogether; how her tale had gone since she had left him only summoned more questions than it did proper answers. He had long settled on the possibility that he would never know what became of them, same as with his sisters and mother, and the overbearing cruel creature he knew as a grandfather—the reason he had set off in the first place.

Wistfully, he exhaled at the shift of their conversation and found composure where it had been stolen away by a far more personal reveal. It had snaked its way out when he had tried for some time to keep such things at bay, and perhaps some things were better left quieted as best he could. He changed the focus: "What about you? I know you hold anger towards your siblings that have left, perhaps rightfully so, but do you ever miss them?"